Why do we blog? Why do we create profiles, upload pictures, and advertise ourselves? Why do we have this need to put ourselves, our personalities, our thoughts into the public sphere?
Reading The Diary of Anne Frank taught me that people might read my journals when I died. My past has taught me that people might read my journals while I lived. And so, naturally, like most people I suppose, writing in private journals feels censored, rehearsed. You could say I have trust issues. Blogging feels natural: I say what I'm comfortable having anyone hear.
The other component; why wait until you die to find out what other people have to say about your ideas? Why not start a conversation? Join the conversation?
Sometimes it’s hard to find the line between what to bring into the public conversation and what to leave in the private domain. My favorite blogs are the direct product of their author’s lives in some form or another.
But I don’t like passive aggressive blogging. I don’t like blogging as a form of two-way conversation. We’re all guilty of it sometimes, myself included. But this isn’t my diary. It’s also not my inbox. My life has had enough drama: so I’d like to declare this a drama free zone.
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